Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.